THIRTEEN
Pounding on the bathroom door broke their solitude. It really did seem like a return to their early days. Tulsi pulled away from their kiss to show Wreck her smile, but he was less amused.
“I gotta get you out there,” he said, pushing her hair from her temple.
After their s*x on the vanity, they showered together. Although they were dressed, Tulsi hadn’t wanted to waste a second with blow-drying and the noise could’ve woken the others prematurely. Somehow, they’d ended up lying on the floor together, just kissing and touching each other.
Of course she was still mad and hurt that he had walked her into a trap. But anytime she thought about pushing him away, Tulsi imagined their last moment together. It would be soon. Too soon. She didn’t want to live in that moment with any reg
